I don't know why I try to find hope in the forgotten concept of love. It's been hacked away at for decades, surviving as miniscule remnants for some, but for the most part replaced with war, abortion, and divorce. No one believes in love any more. It's been reduced into pop songs and Hallmark cards. It's lost all of its previous meaning. Humans are not caring individuals, they're just masses of chemicals being told what to do by other chemicals. If that's the case, the chemicals controlling this pen are being instructed to love another group of chemicals. Call it love, call it science, but whatever it is that powers this human is breaking him up inside.
Every waking moment, and even in sleep, I think of a special bundle of DNA that goes by the name of Helga. I know she's not perfect, nobody is, but I can say that I love almost everything about her. I see her name in books when its not there. I make the topic of conversation turn to her. Time spent with her is always the greatest portion of my life.
When two humans feel this way about each other, its called "love." If you're interested in love, there are several great films on the subject. It's really a very popular topic in the entertainment business, and why not? People in love tend to be very happy, and who couldn't use a little extra joy in their life?
When one human feels this way toward another human, and the other human does not reciprocate its feelings, it's called "obsession." This, too, is a popular movie topic, and while these films tend to fare much better at the box office, they are horrible situations in real life.
I am unfortunately stuck in the obsession stage. It's a mild case, mind you, but I am finding it rather uncomfortable. I do not want it to escalate out of proportion and consume my sanity in the end. Those movies- those lives- do not favor the main character.
If you have found the one you love, I congratulate you. Don't ever let go of them. May the both of you defy the scientists and live fulfilling lives. Don't separate at any cost. Prove the world wrong and laugh in its face together.
If you are obsessed, find an escape. If not for yourself, do it for the one you love. I doubt they would appreciate your actions. Put them out of your mind. Stop talking about them to yourself. Find a hobby. Make a new friend. Let all your feelings out and then get on with your life. You don't have to cut off your interactions with the person, just your thoughts. What works for me is writing. You can find an escape of your own. Please don't do anything that will harm you. Just try to save yourself before the credits start rolling.